Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.